Overheard at Rosslyn Metro Station, during rush hour, from scruffy teenage (emo?) boy:
"I mean why would I EVER want to watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? I mean other than that one time..."I wish I knew how the subject of their conversation turned to that feel-good family film (it's from 1968, for cryin' out loud). In any case, don't be hatin', kid. Embrace your inner love of rascally anthropomorphic cars.
~S~
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